The best part about being a writer is making things happen. I can meet space aliens, solve the world’s problems, ride unicorns and fight like a ninja without breaking a nail. I also have the best comebacks within milliseconds of a hurtful comment because when I write, it doesn’t matter how long it took me to think of it, when you read it – it’s the very next line.
The problem with writing comes after the story is done.
After you’ve created the world, met the wonderful people, formed amazing relationships and completed miraculous acts of heroism, a writer stands up from their desk, steps out of their room into the ‘real world’ and discovers a pile of dust where their life once was.
If you are a friend of a writer, please try to understand; we didn’t mean to disappear – but there was a world that needed saving, secret agents requested I keep it hush-hush and those crazy aliens abducted me. It took me a while to reverse the gravity of that star going super nova but once I landed back home, you were the first person I thought of.